Saturday is Eurovision day

Well the day is upon us, and by the end of tonight we’ll know which sorry outpost of popular song we’ll all be shipping off to for a fortnight around this time next year. But there’s still stuff to report. Spain are in danger of disqualification for making known who all their jury votes went to, and Big Philip Kirkirov has been sacked as chairman of the Russian jury for going out to dinner with the Norwegians and publically promising votes to the Azeris. So it’s completely incorruptable this new jury system, eh!

And where the interval act for the first semi was fabulous, and for the second delightful and charming, tonight’s mid-show entertainment is just downright weird. Giant swimming pools are suspended from the roof while a bunch of bonkers dancers slide about and go mental in them – rather pleasingly splashing the VIPs in the posh seats with gallons of water while they’re at it. To the side a pair of girls run along a bit of tin foil for a bit… and that’s it! Perhaps a tad too avant garde for Eurovision palates – we wish they’d bring t.A.T.u. and the Red Army Choir back for another go! But we can guarantee that you’ll enjoy Dima Bilan’s entrance in the opener – it’s very odd, but it’s a stunner!

So who’s going to win? Well at this point we can’t image we’d be going anywhere other than Oslo, Kiev, Athens, Paris or, gulp, London next year – although we’ve still got a sneaker for the Bosnians. What is certain is that someone we never imagined will pop up from nowhere and become a proper vote sponge. Whatever happens, we suspect you’re going to like this one.

Eyes down for a full house – let the nonsense begin!

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